Page 15 of Privilege
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he mutters. And then he makes the hottest sound I’ve ever heard while cum explodes out of the tip of his dick and squirts all over his belly. It coats his palm while he groans, still stroking like a madman until he finally goes slack, chest heaving, and tosses his phone to the side like he’s run a marathon.
I expect him to grab a towel, or get up and go to the ensuite to clean himself up. Instead, he looks at his cum-soaked palm, and then reaches down between his legs and spreads it all over his balls. He groans loudly as he fondles them, hips arching up off the mattress as he rubs his cum all over himself.
I can’t help it. I don’t know how it happens. But I find my hand in my pants and barely stroke three times before I’m coming all over my palm, too.
I watch as he pulls and tugs on his balls. The sounds he makes, like someone torn between pleasure and pain, are short-circuiting my brain. I spread my legs and mimic the motion, rubbing my cum all over my own balls. I fight not to sag against the wall.
He finally drops his hand, his semi resting against his toned lower body, and I wonder if anyone has ever licked his cum off his stomach.
I blink, horrified, and stumble backwards, yank my hand out of my pants and stare down at my slick palm.Oh my fucking God. Oh God. What the fuck…
I leave for Ibiza at dawn without telling him I came home.
Chapter Eight
Cara
I push myself offthe mirror. “I need a shower,” I murmur, as Rich brushes my hair to one side and kisses my neck affectionately.
What I actually need is a lobotomy.
“Let’s go for a swim instead,” Rich says. He steps back and his cock slips out of me.
“I’m a bit of a mess,” I say, blushing. Our cum is leaking down my legs.
“Who cares, Cara?” Rich’s voice is chipper, his cock bouncing as he heads to our suitcases and rummages around for my bathing suit. He chucks it at me, anear-splitting grin on his face. He’s very much himself again. Happy. Relaxed.
Dane’s face flashes across my mind.Yup, I definitely need a lobotomy. Put an ice pick in my eye, please and thank you.
Rich playfully slaps my ass and kisses me sweetly on the mouth. “Come on babe, the pool is great at night. We can float around and smoke a joint. Get unsticky.Maybeget sticky again.” He waggles his eyebrows and I can’t help but smile—it’s been such a tense day, and he looks so delighted. Who am I to ruin it.
I slip into my one-piece and he drapes an arm lazily around my shoulders, steering me into the hall and towards the elegant grand staircase. He’s chatting about something but I’m not really listening; all I can think about is those dark eyes on mine.
They weren’t on me at first, though, were they?
I swallow, trying to ignore the images in my head of his gaze fixated on Rich’s cock, pure lust pouring out of him like electricity off a generator. I frown, and can’t help but wonder what he was even doing visiting our room. With how him and Rich had been acting I certainly wasn’t expecting any visits; Ifigured we’d all be forced to interact with each other at what I was quickly gathering were very regular social events over the course of the summer, but that for the vast majority of the time Dane would be busy plowing his way through every woman in New York and Rich and I would hopefully try to turn the summer around and have a good time.
Instead, I’d found myself having the best orgasm of my life while staring right at the fucker.
“Is that okay?” Rich says.
I snap out of it and blink. “Um, sure,” I say, with zero idea what I’ve agreed to.
“Thanks, babe,” he says as he pushes open the sliding door and we step outside onto the poolside patio, his voice relieved. “She’ll really appreciate it.”
“She?”
“He means Jamie,” comes averyunwelcome voice. Both of our heads snap to the pool, where Dane has casually draped himself across two pool noodles and is floating in the middle of the water. The dark blue underwater pool lights cast a neon glow across his tan skin, lighting him up from underneath.
He’s naked.
“What about Jamie?” I hear myself ask.Am I speaking?
Dane snorts. “I’m going to guess that she’s convinced Rich it’s a good idea for the two of you to hang out.”
I wait for Rich to deny it, but he glares at Dane.
I sigh, not wanting to add fuel to their animosity. “It’ll be fine. She’s kind of mean though, Rich.”
